The Hotel Room_Live Different_Lake Small_Wake me up when it's all over...
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The Hotel Room
The room is plain. No more, or less, than she expected. The walls and bed are a cream white, and the carpet a violent shade of burgundy, the colour that wine stains just blend into. She puts down the bag with the pistol in it beside the bed and rubs at what turns out to be a cigarette burn on the duvet with one thumb. The window swings outward on cobwebbed hinges and the warm night drifts in. A midsummer night's breeze. She slips off her shoes and pads over to the window, intending to close it, yet she can't find the parting in the curtain, and tugs at the folds of fabric, the sepia flower pat...
Live Different
“Please, don’t do it,” Janna said.Ling sighed as he crossed his legs. “You’re telling me that right before the big reveal of a product we—including you—have been working on for the last five years.”Her fingers tightened around her clipboard. “I’m sorry, it only dawned on me now, but Ling, the Hiraya…” her voice faltered. “I promise you, it will do more harm than good.”Ling slammed the dressing room table, and Janna flinched. The lights flickered above them. “I don’t have the time to change the entirety of the Hiraya in an hour, so I’m going to change your mind instead. You’re looking at it the...
Lake Small
Everywhere the bodies were disappearing. Bodies of water, that is: the puddles, the sloughs, the ponds. Even the great river that ran among the lakes was growing smaller. On a tiny allotment, in a gentle valley, not far from a little village, the swimmer was crying. The air was so crisp each tear shrank to a grain of salt and was borne away on the breeze. She was crying because her beloved Lake Small was about to disappear. On fair weather days, she used to swim across the lake to the big rock and bask like a turtle in the sun’s kindly warmth. But not anymore. The lake had dwindled to a pudd...
Wake me up when it's all over...
What are dreams? Why do we have them? Why do they sometimes take us to green pastures and valleys full of wild flower scents and sometimes they are so brutal they suck our souls out of our bodies? Sometimes they leave you wanting more, a little more time in the dreamscape. And sometimes we have to fight for breath running away from our demons. Science has long been trying to dwww.onedoor.ccefine dreams. To capture them in a nutshell of logical terminologies. To define something so magical in words that can be contained within the small confines of our brains. Science says dreams are merely thoughts, images,...